More news from Lake Wobeg--I mean Washington

Baby with the Bathwater

Here's a snap of Mabel after her traumatic bath, day before yesterday. It's really Bobby's job to bathe her, but she had a monsterous blow out (maybe I should have taken a picture of that!), and really needed a bath. She doesn't like her baths--so she cried and cried, then I dried her off and put her in her robe, and she chewed merrily on her teething ring. This was just the eye of the storm, though, because as soon as I dressed her she cried bloody murder again.

It's been over a week now since I posted anything else on this blog. I was trying to get a couple postings up, then I was going to let you all know I had it--but kudos to Carrie for discoving it first! I ought to give a prize. Sigh, I have nothing.
Mabel's asleep, so I have a little time to blog, but nothing much to blog about. I'm stuck on my Mabel book; the plot gets me hung up--plus, Bobby and I just watched some Jeeves and Wooster, and whenever I am approached with Wodehouse, well, it can be very discouraging to hold his Forth of July style talent against my tiny candle. Does that work, or is that mixing metaphors? Should I have said "against my tiny Pop It of talent"? Y'know, those little things you throw on the ground that go snap. Anyway, we'll let it go. The point is, Wodehouse makes me feel pressured.

I've restarted my diaper sewing again. Mabel outgrew all of the newborn-sized diapers in less than 2 weeks, so I'm doing some that hopefully will fit her a little longer. Right now, they're still too big, but by the time I've got enough of them ready they should fit. For 2 weeks. Maybe. This child, she's like an Amazon.

Things have been going pretty well with my running this week. Not great, but better than last week. Right before Christmas I had built up to an 8 mile run, and then I got sick, and then the holidays happened, and the weather was so foul, and next thing I knew it had been 3 weeks and I had exercised twice (neither time was running). So when I next went on a run, I was struggling to do 3 miles, and two days later I did maybe one, then turned around, walked back to my car, and went home. I have no idea why I was doing so lousy, but this week I did 2 three mile runs and one that was close to 4 (I lie, it was maybe 3 and a half. I'm just trying to impress you.) I think maybe after I got sick the whole Epstien-Barr virus kicked in, and it just took a little longer for me to shake that.

For Christmas, Bobby gave me a Garmin Forerunner (for those of you who don't know what that is, i.e. Dad; it's like a watch that tracks my running; distance, time, heartrate, etc.) and I've spent hours trying to get that thing programmed. It's got all this computer software that needs downloading, and a footpod that needs calibrating (isn't that what businesses do? uhhh, never mind). I think I've got it mostly figured out. Mabel woke up, so I'll see if I can get a picture of her in her homemade diaper...

Here she is! I still can't get her to smile for the camera. She's so distracted by the flash.